Hi there i read a prompt and i just had to write something based on it. Also im uploading a new story before i finish anything HAHAHAH

this is gonna be angsty and stressful. Right and wrong mixed together in a polluted stream

how will kluke survive?

The sound of a bellowing alarmed screeched through the metal corridors. The sound made your heart hault, and your ears threatened to bleed. It was the signal of dread, and panic. They had not gone far before their absence had been clearly noticed. With heaving breaths they ran, their bare feet thumping on the cold hard grated floors. But Kluke had this planned. The passed month she had planning their escape from their captors. With great patients, and forethought she had been watching. Kluke had been taken along with other children, though Kluke was only 18 years old, she had been forcefully taken against her will, stolen away with the others. She had been the only doctor in their small village. A peaceful town, of little action, each day came and went, and not much would ever change. Until one terrible day, her parents had gone off to fight in the war, and never returned, with the knowledge they gifted her with she worked dizzyingly hard to do her best. Her parents where once esteemed medical professionals, who had moved away from the large city, to raise their newborn young daughter Kluke. But once the war rang out, they took it as not only their duty but medical obligation to assist in the war front. But like so many others since then, they did not come home.

It had only been a little over a month ago, it was an early spring morning and Kluke stepped outside her small hut. It was located on the outskirts of the small town. Still in her morning attire, a long nightgown with a throw blanket around her shoulders. The grass had the smallest kiss of frost on it, as the air was cool and and the ground muddy with a morning sent. As she breathed in the crisp clean air, she let out breath that fogged around her calm alabaster skin. Kluke found herself blessed this week. No patients had needed any form of emergency help. She had sure tendon to the minor scrapes, and a few check ups on the elderly. She wished in her lonely heart such calm times would last forever.

A deep wheezing and gagging noises emanated from the guards throat. Kluke had been waiting for the guard to make a mistake, to stand his back against the iron bars of their cells. A shudder from her heart could only thump loudly in her ears. She knew she would only have 1 chance, 1 shot. If she failed it was certain death. She gritted her teeth so hard she was sure they would shatter. A heaving gasp as he had collapsed, she continued to hold the leather around his limp neck for many moments after. Exhaling heavily as the leather cut into her skin from her strangling grip as if threatened to slip from her as blood mixed with sweat. her eyes wide as large drops of moisture pooled on her brow.

"Doctor.." A small hand tapped her shoulder, her head whipped round. "Please let go." The child's voice trembled.

"Romu." Kluke whimpered in a dry exhale. Her hands released the leather strap and burned from the tension she had created. She swallowed as she stared into the boys round brown eyes, finding her resolved once more she pulled him into a hug. Kluke desperate to find some calm after the atrocity she just committed, the boys hair was gritty and felt off against her now wet cheeks, but still she only held him tighter.

"I'm sorry Romu." she whispered into his ear, he started to cry as the other children began to cry and run over to Kluke, widening her arms she pulled them all into her embrace. With new resolve she would set forward with her plan.

Kluke had made her way into town. She had made somewhat of a hobby to do home checkups. Many of the men and women had left for war, only few had returned. For many of them they faced a whole dissemblance of new problems. Unfortunately it had left few children orphaned, Kluke had taken it upon herself to make them part of her daily life. As she made her way down the heavily tracked dirt path, the stones sunk into the firm mud under the weight of the boot. The large deep green pine trees stood tall as the sun had already risen, it had started to push through the gaps of the trees in a brilliant pattern of glowing rays, singing birds sang their lovely songs as Kluke smiled at the peacefulness of it all.

She dragged the body over inch by inch, moving her arms in and out between the iron gaps. She exhaled as the children huddled and whimpered as they watched. With a final lurch sweat fell from her face onto the metal floor. Sucking in a brave breath she stuck her arms under the lifeless body's underarms and hoisted him up. With a gasping exhale she puller her arm around his waist. With all her strength she held the heavy body up as her legs trembled from the weight. Then with her free had she grabbed his lifeless arm and pulled the glove off his dead hand.

By time she had reached the modest town it was already mid day, as she walked into the market area, stalls had already been set up. The buildings where a white sandstone with pine wooden accents. The buildings stood close but allowed narrow alleyways. Although the town had been quiet old, it was clean and bright. A town hidden inside the protection of the tall mountains. As she walked familiar faces greeted her in their common chat. A strong gust of wind whipped up her long auburn ponytail in a sharp gust, as it blew fallen leaves and dust through the air.

"The clouds, sure are moving quickly."

Her spring green eyes clenched shut with one final moment of contention, as she slapped the lifeless arm against the wall. She had cut a small line on the inside of her cell, adjacent to the hand censor of the prison cell wall.

"Access granted." The robotic female voice called out as the gate started to lift. Kluke quickly pulled out her arms from the moving gated wall, as the lifeless body lurched forward in an unnatural way as the gates pulled the free arm back. With her fists clench she corralled the small frighten children.

Squatting in front of them she forced a meek smile at their worried eyes.

"Now good children follow the plan, no matter what don't fall, don't clam up and most of all what?" she questioned them.

"Stay right behind Doctor Kluke." a female child whispered.

"Yes Marie, it's gonna be like tag, just keep chasing me." she said cupping the child's cold face, she rubbed her thumb feeling the grit of her face. They all nodded half heartedly. Kluke wanted to reassure them more if she could, but they were on a time limit. She stood up straight and walked out the door. With a tight chest her trembling hands picked up the assault rifle strapped to the mans back. It true she had never fired a gun before, but she had also taken a life. With a cock of the gun she tuned the small pack of worried and unsure children.

"Come, it's time to run."

She rapped her fists on the dark wooden door, choosing not to use the black iron door knock. Taking a step back she only waited a brief moment till someone opened up. An adult man, answered. He used a crutch as his leg was gone, only an empty pant leg hung where it once was. But Kluke didn't stare, but neither did she advert here eyes. This man was once her full time patient, he had fought in the war but had been discharged after losing his leg. He had been sent home with little medical care.

Kluke had spent many nights disinfection, and changing his bandages. The respect and dedication she had shown this man, and many others created a strong bond in their hearts towards the young women.

"Good afternoon , how we feeling this afternoon." Kluke greeted him warmly. Before he had left for the war, he was a rather stout man, His jaw was long and thick, he had daunting broad shoulders like a caveman or some sort of hulk like being. He wore himself with a certain pride. But afterwords, once he came back, his body had dwindled. he was almost unrecognizable, other than his bright orange hair. He had become thin and gaunt. Kluke not only feared that the infection of his leg might take his life. But worse of all was his lack of the will to carry on. She never gave up on him, nor did she on anyone. And with the grace and kindness he began to recover. Kluke was pleased to not only see him back in his own home, but smiling and regaining his health.

I'm really quite alright doctor." he chuckled as she checked his heartbeat with a stethoscope.

After their light hearted chat Kluke bid them farewell, she had 3 more homes she wanted to visit before she made her way to the church.

They ran, and they ran. Exhaling hot breaths their lungs screamed at them for relief. But the sweat, the heat and the adrenaline could push them further. The smacking of their feet rang on the gritty cold metal beneath them.

"Okay children, once we get to the end of the jail hall there will be 2 guards on duty, when we get there everyone stop, take a breath and cover your ears. Do you understand?" Kluke asked the children to that they only gave her a small nod.

Making haste once more, the metal halls and grate like flooring boomed, the sound of water rushing through the pipes as steam escaped made her bite her lip. The children gasped as the ran close behind her, stumbling every so often, until the turned the corner. A large white letter 3 was hastily painted on the black walls. This was the end of the block. Their paced slowed as she turned to the gasping children. They looked at her for any kind of reassurance. She could only look down at them with pity. Their faces red and sweaty. All of them wore, white cheap clothed long sleeved shirts, that were worn and almost see through, with trousers. stained, gritty and falling about the children shook. Their feet raw and scraped their small eyes once filled with wonder now blackened from the cruel hearts of their captors. She swallowed as she gave them a fake smile and motioned them to cover their ears. Slowly monkey see monkey do, they covered their little ears with tiny worn hands. She gave them a nod of approval. 30 seconds, till a guard turns this corner, They all stood backs touching the wall as she counted. 7-6-5-4-3-2 exhale, 1. Launching forward like clockwork a man in a black uniform turned the corner.

"Wha-" he spoke but before he could Kluke slammed the Boot she had in her pocket into his mouth. And grabbing his leather arm yanked him forward in a full body turn over her shoulder.

Kluke's check ups much to her delight where all going well. She changed her last bandage as she departed from the old house.

"Thank you Kluke." the women of the house spoke to her. "I'm so glad you're here with us."

With a smile and a bid farewell Kluke walked up the path, it was already almost the evening and Kluke wished to visit her children.

The village broke off into a white stone path, off into an open field, the grass a fresh green and patchy with spring bud, small blue flowers began to bud in the crabgrass. Atop the hill was an old wooden church, a single bell in front of a large tower, small trees scattered along the background of the peaceful evening feild. She smiled as the faint sound of kindred laughter mingled with the chatter of birds.

"Its Kluke!" Marie cheered as she ran down the path. A small bashful girl with blond pigtails and bright lush blue eyes.

"Doctor Kluke!" the other children cheered as the danced towards her, in a launching hug they embraced her almost making her lose her balance.

"Whoa!" she laughed as she regained her footing. Dropping to a knee to give them all a hug. She laughed with them as their greetings came to an end. Getting back up they made their way, some of the children broke off to run ahead as the other few argued on who would hold Kluke's hand.

With the shoe lodged in his mouth she pulled the man forward, sticking her foot under his ankle he fell forward. With the blunt end of her gun she dropped her entire body weight on the back of his skull. It cracked as it impacted the metal ground, the plastic on the visor of his dark grey helmet cracked as crimson and shards oozed on the ground. Blood tacked down thought the metal grates as e started twitching and gurgle. Kluke fought the feeling of gagging at the sight alone, what had she done?

The children shrieked as Kluke put her hand over their mouth. With bulging eyes she slowly shook her head from side to side at the cowering kids. They only whimpered as their mouths dampened her hand from their muffled breaths. After a pregnant pause she moved her hands away. Only 5 children had survived the month. She knew they were tired, hungry and scared. Only a little further.

1 more guard. She took of the man's gloves and his pistol he had handing it to Romu. The small brown haired boy trembled as he took it. He was the oldest of the bunch, and Marie's older brother, Kluke had a special bond with them, the 3 of them together being orphans.

"If you see someone I don't. You shoot." Kluke said putting her tired arm on his small shoulder, she could feel how frail he had become. "Do you understand?" she asked him. The boy had a tear in his small brown eyes and with thinly pressed lips her gave a curt nod.

"Good boy." She exhaled standing up with a slight dip as her knee protested the suddenness of the weight.

"Kluke." Marie whimpered her hazel eyes red with fresh tears.

Romu and Marie, Sara, Miles, and Brie. They had been playing at the Church with them, that day.

The had just made it to the base Kluke remembered looking up at the height of the old wooden building, staring into the brilliant stain glass windows, feeling so small in the world. But then a large rumble boomed in the valley. Rapid gusts of wind tore through with a violent wale as the children huddled around her. She only could hold a breath as a large black craft dragged over them, blocking out the sky the sun and all the clouds. Only leaving a cold shadow in its wake.

She looked down at the body, it had stopped twitching. Once again she kneeled down felt a pulse on his neck. His skin was damp and losing temperature, she pressed her trembling digits firm into his skin. Nothing. She felt nauseous, as a dizzy spell swooshed over her. But she had witnessed death before, but never from her own malice. But she can't stay and worry, nor grieve for their captors. They all needed to be at the end of the hall in time to ambush the next guard.

"Lets go." She hushed to the pack as she got up once more. Together they hurried down the corridor till the came to a fork in the path, Kluke's eyes burned, this is the final door. Passed this are the escape pods. Then they will be free.

He's coming, she could her his boots echo as they made heavy steps on the metalic ground below. her heart thumped with heavy booms, she gripped the gun tight and aimed it ahead., Till she heard a laugh behind her. She turned in a small panic to see 2 men walking. How?! She screamed in her mind. Had she made a mistake? She began to panic till she heard the fire of a gun. Romu had shot behind her.

She didn't turn she only looked ahead, the men. In their black body armour. Their grey helmets. The red insignia on their chest. She aimed for it as if it were a bullseye. The children screamed as she beat them to the shot, they had only just reached for their guns as she sprayed her fire, the push back of the heavy rifle making her aim uneasy, she had hoped to only shoot a few rounds but she had never expected what it was like to fire a real gun. Her fire roared as bullets pinged and sparked, quickly piercing the body's full with holes. She watched as they crumbled and fell, blood oozing from their noses and mouths. With a thud they fell. Bullet holes smoked in the walls as water started to poor from a burst pipe. She heard nothing for a moment as only white noise screamed in her ears. At first she heard her heartbeat, it boomed and boomed as the sound of the children crying crept back in as the volume their increased. She looked down, they were shaking and crying, Romu's hands was still up with smoke coming from the barrel of the small pistol. His eyes wide as he clenched his teeth. Kluke turned behind her to see the man with his back to the wall sitting limp, with a small whole in the middle of his forehead as blood trickled down his face. The breath she had been holding came out in a rough lump. Oh god, how could she make this poor child take a life? But she new worse than that thought, they have to keep running.

"Come, come now. It's not far" she mumbled to them, as they rubbed their eyes and looked up at her. Kluke put her hand on the still extended pistol, the gun metal was hot, and Romus hands where shaking.

"Its okay Romu, you saved me." she whispered, slowly she brought the gun down to his side.

"You saved me."

"That ship is headed to our village. Children go inside and hide, don't come out no matter what okay!" Kluke screamed at them, not knowing how she would soon regret her words.

The kids only looked around unsure of what was going on.

"Now!" Kluke screamed at them, as they hurried inside the large church doors.

Kluke made haste back to the village. The ship was a unlike anything she had seen before, it took up almost the whole sky. So large, the underbelly of it dark and massive. it flew off to the outskirts and began to land. Kluke realized that yes it was large, but it had also been flying very low. Her knees buckled as she ran. Exhaling heavily she reached the summit.

Men in black uniforms with guns in hand where corralling people. Their helmets where almost beetle shaped with a black fin on the top, a transparent visor covered their eyes. They had a leathery chest armour and black gloves, cargo pants and knee high black combat boots. Kluke smacked her body to the side of the white stone wall.

People cried out and panicked as a man unloaded his gun into the sky. A hush fell over the village as people were pushed down and forced to their knees.

"Lord Nene has summed tributes!" a tall long haired man called out, he wasn't wearing the same uniform as the others. He had long dark, almost dark green in the sunlight. His torso strong under a blue vest with this red symbol on it. He flicked his middle part bang to the side.

"Tr-tributes?" A women cried.

"Yes Lord Nene has tasked me with growing his army." the man laughed, his words so unsettling.

"Please sir, this is a small village, most of our men and women have already left for war, and those who return are never able to fight again." The village elder spoke, his voice cracked with age.

"Oh no that simply won't do. But I'm here to gather very specific cattle. Gather the children." He roared with a cursed tone. The children? A cold sweat fell from Kluke's brow.

The village rose in an uproar as kids were ripped from the crowd, people screamed and protested as they were met with cruel violence. Kluke's shoulders shook as she turned her head to the church. She ran, she ran back. She had to get there first.

An ear splitting sound pierced through the halls, the alarm was rung. It was now or never, Kluke ran as the children hurried behind her, she turned the hall and came to the door. The key pad, she had watched them enter it once. She carved the number on her underbelly. 3314. She jammed her trembling fingers into the keypad as the door unhinged. It opened into a large loading base. Kluke had cleaned it many times. Only 1 hour ago she had secretly prepped the closest pod to the door. They made a desperate jolt for it as guards took notice their presence. Bullets where fired and one grazed her arm, blood sprayed as she turned in front of the loading pad. She pressed the code in 4445, the door shuck open as the metal screeched. It was a lot to set up, she had to do it in stages, it took weeks to notice a pattern in the pattern of the guards shifts. But today she had made the pod with a built in auto pilot, she set up the destination. She had visited a small mining town in her youth. Telta, she could only prey it would be safe. She knew that a security check was done at the shift turn over, so she only had 1 hour from the end of her cleaning duties to get back to the pod. The doors opened depressurized as the capsule opened. She shoved the kids in and threw in Romu last, he crashed to his hand and the gun spinned away. She was out of time. By time the last small foot closed the gap she gave them a weak smile. The pod had to be launched from the outside.

Romu turned to look at her with many questions in his chocolate orbs. A stream of tears fell from Kluke's emeralds hot as they burned down to her chin. Before he could protest she closed the hatch. Marie ran up to the door and banged her small fists, Kluke heard her name screamed through the muffling metal. The pod shook as another bullet cracked the glass close to her face.

She pressed the launch, with a soft ping the pod detached. Launching down into the endless dark night sky.

Kluke fell to her knees, dropping her gun with a metallic bounce, and turned to face fate.

Multiple guards corralled her guns pointed at her crumpled body, blood oozed from her open shoulder as she turned to meet her makers.

The sounds of the shrill alarm still echoed. They screamed at her, she couldn't make out what they were saying. She only stare at they with hollow eyes, feeling faint and tired. Eager to rest.

And in a shaky breath the alarm faded unable to keep her head up anymore, she watched as their boots rush to the side. Her head was so heavy, but she watched someone new walk towards her, was it that man Lumiere, the one who had taken them so long ago? Maybe if i'm going to die, i'll put on more bullet in his skull.

She looked up, with the last of her strength.

The men had their guns to the side and hands up in a salute.

"Lieutenant Andropov Sir!" The men called out in tandem. She had not seen this face before, Before her was not Lumiere but a young man. He was tall, or was she just so low? His eyebrows furrowed as he started down at me. Eyes blue like the sea. He appeared to be around my age, but his face still had a boyish charm. Blue spiky tresses shot in all directions. Around his neck was draped a rather long scarf it was a pretty pale blue, like the underside of a cloud on a calm morning. He wore a different outfit, a dark blue long sleeved shirt and purple leather gloves. Dark blue leathered combat boots, and cleanly pressed greyish blue cargo pants. He took a step towards me the sound of his boot too sharp in my ear, but my head was just far too heavy to follow him. He reached down and picked up my discarded gun. Standing tall he placed the cold barrel under my chin and raised it till i was looking him in the eye once more.

"Who here, wants to explain to me how 1 girl outsmarted all of you?" He shouted out not breaking eye contact with me. His face had a cruel sneer on it, i tried to swallow but it only hurt.

"Lumiere leaves for 1 hour and this happens? A Disgrace." he spat. Lumiere, he's gone? I had just made it to the church and slammed the doors open as the kids ran to me crying about the panic when the sound of a gun was cocked behind me.

"I'm not sure weather to shoot you or let you bleed out." He hissed down at me. My lips felt so dry, but it was okay. The kids had gone. The pods had a cloaking device so that enemies couldn't trace them. A double edged sword.

I didn't whimper, nor did I beg. I only looked up at him, and decided id give a smile. I had served my duty, Marie, Romu, Sara, Brie, and Miles. Please be safe, be brave i will always be with all of you. I thought as i let my eyes flutter closed, into a deep dark black. one last goodbye. I'll watch over you, my precious children forever more.

His gun quacked for a moment in his grip, perplexed at the odd smile he was given, a kaleidoscope of greens shimmered in her jewel like eyes as they fluttered. Puzzled he cocked an eyebrow, truly unsure of why he got such a graceful reaction from having a gun pointed in ones face. An odd smile, in which way the smile didn't mock him, nor challenge him, it was a brief thank you and a short goodbye all in one. The smallest breath escaped his lips as he looked down at her grace. Did he not know such a smile once before. The gun in his hand faltered, bewildered by a her, a smile so, a recollection of it. But where? he pondered.

"Please forgive us sir, we have no excuse for this!" a soldier shouted from behind, dropping to one knee hard on the ground, begging for some kind of forgiveness.

The gun fell to my side as I pondered what I wanted to do next, I watched as her head fell forward as she went limp, is she dead? His lips formed a tight line, no she's just fainted. This had always been Andropov's carrier, but he was needed on the assault front, so Lumiere was running things for the past 5 months. His blue eyes could only narrow as he thought. Today was his return, did she know that there would be less guards on escape pod deck because of the transfer ceremony? Was it just dumb luck. there was only an hour time period. Just who is this person?

"What's her name?" Andropov bellowed to the man, they fluttered in a panic of guesses as he turned sharply. His nose scrunch as his eyebrows furrowed in a menacing glare.

A guard dropped to a knee to scanned her still body with a small handheld device.

"Prisoner P-H-N-I-X 033" He stammered out. "Uh it reads, registered date, 111/32/15 35 days, synopsis. Doctor/medical. Could use on field." The guard finished, the scanning device trembling ever so slightly in his fist.

"Sir she killed single handedly killed 5 man." One of them said out in a shudder.

Andropov let out a rough huff in displeasure. He turned back to look at her, her autumn locks were scattered and pooled around her shoulders, some loose bangs cascaded over her left eye, her eyelashes were long and wispy as they sat shut. A face of ivory complexion with a spatter of crimson on her cheek, a small pout of her slightly parted peach lips. He glanced as her crumpled hands, smeared with black smudge as red blood oozed in the cracks of her petite palms. He thought for only a moment until he curled a snide grin. Squatting down in front of the girl he almost perverse chuckle.

"I have an idea for you." He said putting his index finger under her small chin. " Doctor."

A friend or a foe, what does this angel of death want with Kluke?

Song theme, My Love Will Never Die, Claire Wyndham